Isabella Everett Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

I’m watchin, thinkin, “Crikey, this ain’t Hollywood glam!” Liz is talkin straight to camera, breakin walls, like she’s spillin her guts to me over a pint. “You think you know me?” she’d say, smirkin – total Tenenbaums sass, like Margot’s deadpan stares. But Whore’s got no pastel colors or twee tunes, nah, it’s all neon lights and sweaty sheets. Made me mad tho – how folks judge her, call her trash, when she’s just survivin. Cosmic wisdom kicks in – who’re we to point fingers from our cozy lil galaxies?

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This image could have imperfections as it's either historical or reportage. WHORE, (aka LE PUTAIN), Theresa Russell, ©Trimark / courtesy Everett Collection.

Sometimes I get mad, ya know? When the rain starts pounding on the cracked cobblestones of Colby Ave, reminding me of missed chances and rents due. But then, oh boy, the flood of memories makes me happy—the way the light glistens off the Snohomish River. Oh, and Metropolis Park? That place is a roller coaster of feels. Crazy, vibrant, unpredictable... like one hell of a plot twist in a Scorsese flick.

Robert Kraft spoke at an Everett community meeting about the proposed Revolution stadium